Just Words in Your Head

The name has several different meanings for me.

Initially I came up with the name as a handle for an online forum. I thought it was clever because as people read my comments, the words would then quite literally be in their head. I added just because that’s how I felt about reading commentary online or elsewhere–that they were just words and they couldn’t actually hurt you.

Then when I wanted to start a blog (years and years ago when I had no idea what I wanted to blog about), I thought this would be an apt name for a site. And here’s why…

A Mission Statement… of Sorts…

I first created this place for the purpose of putting random word vomit whenever inspiration eluded me. Back then, there were constant dialogues between characters who dug their way into my imagination unwanted. I struggled to get them on a page… so hence they were Just Words In My Head.

But today? Today the characters have gone quiet. It’s as if they’re angry with me for not giving them the attention they deserve.

So… I created this site to give myself a bit of a pep talk, so to say. My goal is to write something every single day, no matter how shitty I think it ends up being, I’ll put it down on paper so it can exist somewhere.

And now the site has turned into something interesting. Every day I post a quote from a book I’ve read in the past. I wasn’t sure exactly why I was doing this to begin with (probably to make sure I had content everyday), but now it’s become an inspiring exercise. I also write book reviews (and usually without spoilers) of books I’m reading. I guess it’s my way of sharing my love of reading online.

About Just Words

So here you are, reading about me and trying to understand the inner-workings of my mind. Or you’re just bored. I vote the latter.

I’ll be straight forward. I’m 33. Married. I have a son. I live in South Australia.

I write anything from one line poetry to propaganda. I’ve been “making books” and writing my thoughts down since I learned how to write. It was very different at first because my native language is Chinese. Writing stories in Mandarin isn’t nearly as interesting as writing in English. I never got the chance to play around with Mandarin the way I learned to play around with English.

I have two hometowns. Taipei, Taiwan–the place of my birth–and Vancouver, Canada–the place I became an adult. I am considered to be a “white-washed” Asian. And I don’t mind that at all.